Date: Thu, 09 Nov 2006 13:51:24 +0000
From: Robbie Calverley <lads_r_us@postmaster.co.uk>
Subject: Jackie's Early Years 1

This is a story of sexual exploration among young boys.  If this offends
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written purely for entertainment and not for profit.

Unlike the boys in this serial, when you have casual sex PLEASE make sure
you are adequately protected.  I don't want to lose any readers!!

This is escapist fantasy.  Anybody looking for reality is advised to look
elsewhere.

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free to contact me at the Email address at the end.

THIS SERIES WAS INSPIRED BY A STAND-ALONE STORY WHICH I WROTE A SHORT TIME
AGO CALLED `THE PIANO BOY' AND THIS RELATES THE EARLIER EXPERIENCES OF ONE
OF THE MAIN CHARACTERS.


JACKIE'S EARLY YEARS -- CHAPTER ONE -- EARLY FUMBLINGS

My name is actually Jagadhidh but the English missionaries could not get
their tongues around it so inevitably I became `Jackie' to them and to
everyone else.

My parents had died in a car crash when I was 12 years old and I was taken
into the orphanage just outside Bhopal in central India by English
Christian missionaries.

I was quite a big lad for my age and pretty well advanced.  I had about
three hairs above my cock, which is uncut, was a little larger than average
and was wont to become hard at the most inconvenient times.  We were
clothed on a shoestring which meant that most of us wore no underwear and
often our clothes were a size too small, which only emphasised the swelling
in my cheap, thin shorts when my erections occurred.

Most of the boys of my own age hadn't started puberty yet so my cock was
the talk of the dormitory and, much to my embarrassment, even the girls
were beginning to notice, and they would nudge one another and giggle when
I started to get hard, which only made matters worse.

I was 12 years and eight months when I discovered masturbation.  I had been
fondling myself for quite some time and this particular night I was lying
on my bed in the dorm with 11 other boys (no, I don't mean the 11 other
boys were on my bed -- I wish!!!), all of whom were asleep, and my cock was
rock hard.  I was fondling myself as usual when I was suddenly overwhelmed
by what I thought was the need to pee.  I quickly made my way naked to the
bathroom and stood over the bowl but the urge to pee had disappeared.  I
began to fondle myself again and the feeling returned, but much to my
surprise I began to shake, my legs felt as though they would not hold me
and I began to get this tickling sensation in the pit of my stomach.

I began to moan and continued rubbing myself as I really didn't understand
what was going on, but was enjoying the feelings it was creating.  The
strange sensations increased and what I had believed to be pain suddenly
turned to overwhelming pleasure as a strange semi opaque viscous liquid
shot from my cock into and over the lavatory pan and the seat causing me to
cry out in ecstasy.  As the sensation ebbed I fell to my knees, weakened by
the all-consuming experience and realised that I was still rubbing myself
but my cock had become extremely sensitive.  I was still half-hard but I
had to stop because I was too tender to continue.

I had heard about baby-making and that the man's sperm came out of his
penis and wondered if this could possibly be what this strange new liquid
was.

I took some toilet paper and cleaned up the lavatory seat and a little that
had landed on the floor and flushed it away and as I was leaving the
toilet, still weak-kneed, a little hard and totally confused as to what had
happened I became aware that one of the missionaries whose bedroom was
opposite the toilet was standing in his doorway.  `Are you alright,
Jackie?' he asked `I heard you cry out, are you ill?'

`No Mr Derek' I said `just a little stomach pain, but I think I'll be OK
now'.  (All of the missionaries were known as Mr or Mrs and then their
Christian name).

`Well' said Mr Derek `if it happens again just knock on my door and I'll
see if I can get you something to ease the pain.'

I could not help noticing that Mr Derek's eyes were glued to my cock
throughout this exchange and I wondered if he had realised what had really
happened.

I went back to bed with my thoughts in turmoil, trying to fathom out what
was going on and fell asleep confused and exhausted.

The next morning I woke refreshed and less confused, still not knowing what
had happened but resolving to try the experiment again and see if I got the
same results.  It was Saturday and there was no school, but we had to help
the missionaries as Saturday was cleaning day when the whole of the mission
centre including the dorms and the chapel and the classrooms were all given
a good sweeping and dusting.

Mr Derek was responsible for the chapel and he came to get me and my friend
Raza to help him.  Raza was two months older than me and we became firm
friends as soon as I was taken into the orphanage.  We sat together in
school and church and our beds were next to one another in the dorm.  We
shared our secrets with one another and always stuck up for one another if
one of us got into trouble or into a fight or an argument.  In fact, you
could say we were best friends, more like brothers sometimes except that we
didn't fight.

It was a very warm day and Mr Derek gave us special permission to remove
our tee shirts in the chapel, something we would never be allowed to do
during services.

This meant that we were both only wearing shorts as we were barefoot most
of the time anyway.

We worked well together and soon had most of the cleaning done.  There was
just the brass left to polish and we took a candlestick each and began
applying the polish. We left it to go powdery and then began buffing them
up.  The effort of polishing caused my shorts to rub against my cock and
before I knew it I was hard and when I happened to glance at Raza's crotch
I could see that he was in the same predicament, but not as big as me.  I
knew anyway that Raza was not as well-endowed because we saw each other
naked most days as we slept that way, but I had never yet let him see me
hard.

Raza noticed that I was looking at his crotch and smiled shyly.  `It
happens all the time' he said, embarrassed.

`Me too' I admitted, looking down at myself.

`Wow, that's a big one' he said with awe.

I smiled shyly and carried on polishing.

`Jackie' he whispered, looking round to make sure Mr Derek wasn't in
earshot `do you ever play with yours?'

`Erm ... ... ... yes' I replied sheepishly.

`Makes you feel good, doesn't it?' he said.

`Hmmm' I mumbled non-commitally.

`And what makes you feel good?' said a voice behind us as Mr Derek
approached.

`Er, seeing how the candlesticks gleam when you've polished them well' said
Raza winking at me.

`Yes, you've both done a fine job on them' he said, putting an arm around
each of our bare shoulders and looking at the candlesticks, then his hands
travelled down our backs, his fingers resting on us lightly.  Suddenly he
seemed to realise what he had done, cleared his throat and said `OK boys,
run along and play now, I'll polish the crucifix, you two have worked hard
enough.'

`Thank you Mr Derek' we chorused and went out into the sunshine.

Raza and I joined some of the other kids in a game of rounders, boys
against girls, and after a while I got hard again.  I don't know whether it
was because I was running and causing friction or whether it just happened,
but when it did the front of my shorts was poking out and the girls got
giggly again and started pointing, which drew everybody's attention to it
and I retired from the game, embarrassed.

I went and sat down alone by the stream that bordered the orphanage garden
and cried a little.  I was joined after about ten minutes by Raza who told
me that the game had been abandoned.  He sat close to me and when he saw
that I had been crying he put his arm around me.  `Listen, Jackie' he said
`it's nothing to be ashamed of, it happens to most of us, it's just that
you're so much bigger down there than the rest of us.  Most of the boys
envy you and most of the girls would like to get their hands on it.' He
said with a laugh.

His hand lingered on my shoulder and his fingers made little patterns in my
skin.

`Thanks, Raza' I said `I don't know what I'd do without you, you always
seem to say the right thing at the right time'.

We looked at one another and smiled and I suddenly felt the almost
overwhelming urge to kiss him.  I think I even started to lean towards him,
but he turned his head away and the moment was lost.  One thing that was
for certain is that I was hard again.

Nothing more was said and the remainder of the day and the following week
passed without further incident.  Yes, I got horny, but managed to hide it.

The following Saturday I'm not sure what woke me up, but I could see from
my half open eyes that Raza was awake and I could tell from the way his
blanket was moving that he was playing with his cock.  I was instantly hard
and gently moved my hand down to rest on my erection.

Raza continued his self massage and he had an amused smile on his face.
Suddenly looked around to make sure nobody was looking and then he threw
back the blanket revealing his erect cock in all its glory.  He climbed out
of bed facing me and shuffled out of the room, presumably to the toilet.  I
considered following him but I was afraid that Mr Derek might see us and
jump to conclusions.  I lay thinking about what I had seen and realised
that something was a little odd.  Whenever Raza got out of bed, he always
got out on the left side, away from me but today he got out of the right
side and faced towards me.  Could it be, I wondered, that he wanted me to
see him like that?  What, I wondered, had woken me?  Had he known that I
was awake?  Even more strange, had he made a noise of some sort to wake me
and make sure that I saw him?

In the distance I heard the toilet flush and I pretended to be asleep while
watching out for him through half-closed eyes.  Raza came back into the
dorm and sat on the edge of his bed facing me, his little cock still quite
hard.

`I know you're awake, Jackie' he whispered, `move over, I'm coming in with
you.'

He stood and moved the two paces towards my bed and lifted my blanket,
looking at my hard cock before he climbed in beside me.

We lay side by side at first, our bodies touching from shoulder to toe.  I
felt his hand take mine and he said `You're very special to me, Jackie,
you're the best friend I've ever had and I don't know what I'd do without
you.' And then he turned towards me on his side and as he put his hand on
my stomach I felt his had cock pressing into my side.

I could smell his morning breath, a little sour but not totally unpleasant
and I said `I know what you mean, Raza, you're special to me too.'  I felt
his hand move downwards and he rested it on my navel.  My cock was so hard
it was almost painful and I put my own hand down there to give it a little
massage.  Then I felt his hand on mine as he lifted it out of the way and
gently wrapped his own hand around it.  I caught my breath as a shockwave
shot through my body and Raza started to massage me gently, twisting his
body slightly so that his cock was freed from between us so I could do the
same for him.

I had never touched a boy's cock before and when I did it felt wonderful in
my hand.  Raza sighed with happiness as I started playing with him.  `Have
you ever gone all the way with this?' I whispered.

`All the way?' he asked.

`Yes,' I said `until you get the funny tickling feeling and stuff comes
out.'

`Well, it sometimes feels as though I have to pee and I go to the toilet,
but it takes so long because I'm so hard and then hardly any pee comes
out.' Raza said.

`I thought that' I said `but last weekend when I went to pee I just kept
rubbing it and I got this amazing feeling and some sort of white stuff shot
out of the end.  I thought it might be that sperm stuff that makes babies.
I just know that it felt amazing and afterwards my legs gave way and I must
have cried out because Mr Derek came out of his room and I told him I had a
tummy ache.'

`Wow' said Raza `that's never happened to me.'  He looked at me with awe
and I gazed back at him.  As I looked into his eyes I knew there could be
no question this time.  Whatever happened I just had to kiss him.  I leaned
across and planted a light kiss on his cheek, then he turned his face
towards me and our lips met.  I know now that it was just a chaste peck,
but at the time it was like a revelation.  Although I didn't then express
it as such, I knew I had feelings for this boy above and beyond friendship
and Raza seemed to be experiencing similar feelings.

I began to feel that strange tickling again and it seemed to come from what
I now know is called the perineum.  `Raza' I said `you'd better stop, I
think it's going to happen again.'

`Don't you want it to happen?' he asked, continuing to rub

`No ... Yes ... I don't know' I began to wail.

`SShhhh' said Raza.

`I can't help it' I said, shoving a chunk of blanket in my mouth and taking
my hand off his cock for fear I would squash it.

I was getting pretty close as Raza pushed the blanket aside to watch what
would happen. I still hade some of it in my mouth, which is just as well as
I could not help an involuntary AAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaggggghhhh' as my
second ever orgasm hit and I sprayed quite a respectable amount of cum
which landed just above my nipples, and then dribbled out over Raza's hand.

`Bloody hell, Jackie that was amazing.' He said

`Not half so amazing as how it felt' I replied `and I shot more this time'.

Raza took his hand off my cock and rubbed some cum in between is fingers
`it's sort of slimy' he said, then he lifted it to his nose and inhaled
deeply.  `Funny smell' he said and then put it to his mouth and tested the
taste with his tongue.  `Strange taste too'. He added.

I was beginning to gather my scattered wits and felt that perhaps I should
do the same for Raza, so I took his cock back into my hand and resumed what
I had already started.  Raza laid back and relaxed and played a little
footsie with me, smiling.  I put my free hand on his inner thigh and began
rubbing his silky-smooth skin. `Hmmmmm, feels nice' he mumbled quietly.  I
concentrated my efforts on his glans and his eyes became dreamier as he
settled more into the little world of pleasure that was being created for
him.  Two or three minutes later I got the first signal that things were
beginning to happen when I felt the muscles at the base of his cock
tighten.  `I think I need to pee' he said.

`No,' I explained quietly `that's how it starts, just relax and let it
happen.'

`I ... can't ...relax' he said a little louder as his breath started to get
ragged.  `Jackie, I'm going to p ... p ... pee in your bed.' He murmured.

`No, you're not' I assured him `you're just going to do the same as me.'

`Stop ... no ... don't ... yes ... no... ... ... shit
... ...AAAAAAAAAAAAAAhhhhhhhhhhhh' he groaned as the smallest glob of
liquid appeared as his cock twitched in my hand.

`SSSSSSSSSShhhhhhhhhhhhhh' I said, but too late.  As I looked up I saw
Rakesh leaning on his elbow watching every move, grinning, his hard little
11year old cock in his hand.

`That was wonderful to watch' he whispered `don't worry, I won't squeal on
you, but you'll have to do something for me' he added.

Well, Raza might be my best friend, but he wasn't my only friend and, after
all, it was up to the experienced ones among us to coach the younger ones.
I looked at Raza and he nodded his approval, smiling.


Robbie Lads-R-Us

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